Sharp cries rang out from the speaker, along with all sorts of sounds Zhang Yuanqing found familiar. He had heard similar recordings many times before.
Were Demon Lord's women all such sluts? They were screaming so loudly—weren't they afraid of disturbing the neighbors? Who was the female lead this time? Zhang Yuanqing was no longer a virgin and had gained a little experience.
Back when he listened to Demon Lord's recordings, he had not thought much of the women's screams, because the Sen Sens in those island nation educational films all cried out like that.
Only now did he realize that every woman Demon Lord slept with was a slut.
Guan Ya, on the other hand, was very restrained and roundabout, all shy and bashful.
Then another thought occurred to him. Could it have nothing to do with the women, and simply be because Demon Lord was too powerful?
No. Given Demon Lord's obsession with beauty, it had to be because he used too much spray. This made Zhang Yuanqing think of the divine artifact lying in his Inventory. In certain respects, that item truly was a treasure men dreamed of.
When he had listened to Demon Lord's recordings in the past, they often went on for a long time, requiring him to repeatedly exit Night Wandering and enter it again.
And that was per session.
But from his own firsthand experience, Zhang Yuanqing could say for certain that Night Wanderers had extremely strong recovery abilities, but received no bonus to endurance.
—If he had to put it that way, he was only slightly more enduring than an ordinary person.
Even so, it had already made Guan Ya cry out for mercy and call him big brother.
Thinking about it, Demon Lord was a Night Wanderer, and with the spray's